Come Home [Frerard]

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at 6:30am frank's alarm clock wakes him up, groggily he rubs his eyes and then closed them shut again until about 7:00 which is when he gets up and begins to get ready. At 7:30 he eats some home made breakfast Mrs. Smith makes for him at the orphanage. He walks to the bus station, then rides the bus to the main part of town. Usually he'll get there at around 8:30 but his shift at CVS doesn't start until 9:00 when the store opens.

So he sets upon himself to walk around smoking the stolen packs of cigarettes until he gets bored of waiting and sits down at a bench reading the newspaper. Finally at nine Mr.Toro unlocks the door and Frank walks in greeting him with his usual "Hey Raymantis, my man!" Then getting scowled at by Mr.Toro about respecting his elders and how it would be more appropriate if Frank referred to him by his surname and blah blah blah.

Then Frank goes to the back if the store to collect inventory and place the items in the corresponding isles of the store. At 10:30am he takes his morning break where he goes out the back door and smokes his last two cigarettes, then walks back inside to steal another pack, because there was no way he could actually afford to buy a pack himself. Then at 9:00pm his shift is over and he takes the bus back to the orphanage.

Frank gets up and goes about this same routine almost every morning because his fucking orphanage had stopped supporting him financially when he turned 16, so for obvious reasons he needed to get a job. He didn't exactly hate his job but it just pissed him off that the pay was not enough to completely support himself on his own. Of course the orphanage still payed for his meals and provided him a place to stay, and payed for the water Frank used when he showered, or the internet bill every month, and the electricity bill. But other than that Frank had to pay for everything else. For example, maybe he was in need for a new pair of sneakers, or perhaps he had used all of his minutes on his phone so he had to pay for another month worth of minutes on his new cell phone line.

So he's at it again and its 9:00 when he's walking around the store aimlessly while eating snacks on display without paying for them. Usually at this time Ray, or Mr.Toro as he liked to be called, and his co-worker, Bob, go on their morning break. So Frank goes to the magazine isle and picks up this weeks people magazine, where he reads all about stupid celebrities he doesn't care about and just relax for forty-five minutes while he waits for the other to get back.

Suddenly someone came running in the store knocking a whole bunch of shit down from the shelves. Fucking hell, now not only did Frank have to pick up his mess of magazines but now he also had to pick up things from the floor before Ray finished with his break. Frank jogged to the front of the store to see what was causing the commotion. In front of him was a man, maybe a few inches taller than him. He was wearing all black and had an oversized hood over his face. Frank squinted his eyes to see if he could get a better look at the man's face. "Hey you!" the man interrupted his thoughts. Frank panicked, he was not expecting the man to talk to him. "You work here right?" Frank nodded. "Great. Look if the police come in...I am not here okay!" He whispered. Frank nodded again. "Thanks kid" he shouted as he ran into the storage room which Frank had stupidly left open.

Frank stood in shock for half a second before the police barged in. "Have you seen a boy wearing all black?" The police man questioned. "Uh, no sorry sir. It's just me in here." Frank replied. He looked at me annoyed and walked out. Frank waited a couple of seconds before shouting "K you're clear." The man then walked out of the store without a sound or a goodbye. Frank sat down on the ground for a second and tried to calm his breathing. Sure, Frank had done some illegal things in his life that he was not proud of, but nothing like this. He had never been chased by police like this. Frank then grabbed on of the cookies that had fallen from the shelves and continued to eat them while sitting on the floor.

Ray then walked in through the door staring at Frank. "Frank are you going to pay for those?" He asked. Crap! Frank didn't have enough money to pay for extra things like that. "Frank, I asked you a question" Frank didn't answer. "Frank if you're not going to pay for those I'm going to have to call the police." Ray sighed. "No! No! please you can't do that look I'll make it up to you! You can't call the police! I'll get kicked out of the orphanage. please!" Frank pleated. Ray looked at him sternly "Shoplifting is a crime, Frank." Ray then called the police.